We ordered from Brasilia the other evening... here's my rodizio plate, with sausage, prime rib, pork loin, chicken, rice and black beans, a fried banana, and feijoada (more meat and beans, but mixed with collard greens and spices)... sprinkled liberally with ground manioc.
Bom apetite!
The bar, with its ever-growing pile of bizarre bric-a-brac, is often the breeding ground for curious still-lifes...
Loft-mate Jake's band played at a house party here earlier in the month; I gave Peg a dog treat in the middle of the party, forgetting that she would go to her usual spot to enjoy it... which happened to be the stage at the moment!
"... and the band played on..."
Caught this easy rider enjoying a spin on his Harley on my way to the airport...
A 172 arrives on 25, as seen from next to the little cemetery at the end of the runway.
With a gorgeous sunset blooming in the western sky, a 150 gets topped off after a flight.
